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Tick tock
The clock says
I ask what?
It says Go
I ask Go where
It says Go
To where I ask
It says Tick Tock
I say enough
Let me rest
It says..
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A pen in my hand,
Twitching and twirling
Thinking of it's use
In my mundane hand
"Oh write something", it says
Something useful, something p..
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A children's poem..
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She is the night, the day
and everything in between
She is in all the shades of the clouds
in the sky and also in the hues,
in the sa..
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I believe nature has its own way of communicating! I had gone for trekking few months ago and it could so evidently be seen. Actually it was more abou..
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Random scribble
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A children's poem, written long back. Only an experiment
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Brainstorms, are there Heartstorms?
Heart calm down!
When words left unsaid
and conveyed in complexities
Head doesn't turn or
silent words unhe..
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I leave it untouched;
The forbearance with which lived,
cunning personalities later realised
I leave it there untouched, without attended.
Smart..
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Wretched, I looked within...
Too miserable, diminished I felt
O Mother Father !! I feel ashamed of myself
U carry the burden of my resentment
I ..
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